I promised I wouldn't cry...

It's a feeling that only a symphony of violins can convey. It's longing for someone, even if it's just their memory, or a trinket of their existence.

I've been keeping up appearances and saving face left and right, all the while ignoring the increasing serotonin production in my own brain. I'd be lying if I said it didn't take me by surprise when I first felt it. I thought I'd grown past 'love' and 'need', but when something close to you is torn from you, I guess you take stock on all the things you don't have.

My present is loaded with "think" and "guess" and even more "maybe" and "I don't know"... All of this terrifies me.

But I promised I wouldn't cry.